Posts Tagged With: Pakistani

So I have been meaning to do this blog from a very long time but got caught up with other stuff.

Be prepared as I now take you on a journey on what it’s like to be pregnant and Pakistani. Honestly speaking, I think the dilemma lies with all the Asian groups and not just Pakistani….If you can relate to this, we will find out soon 🙂

1. The “Is there a good news” questions.

You get married today, and 5 days later you will start hearing questions from different aunties if there is a good news. Like what the serious ef is that all about?

My first encounter with this situation was just 20 days after marriage, when I went to my neighbor’s house, and her sister in law(who I hardly knew because I had just moved in at my husband’s house) asked me “is there something?” and as naive as I was, I just couldn’t understand what the hell she was asking me. What something is she asking for. I made her repeat 3 times thinking I was missing out any words or something.

After 3 attempts of asking me the same “is there something”, my mother in law replied not yet, everyone will know when there is. Even though I was 2 weeks pregnant by then.

And at that moment, it was a revelation to me. The clouds of singleness had moved away and above me was a sky saying BRACE YOURSELF…PREGNANCY QUESTIONS ARE COMING.

After that incident, these questions kept coming from various aunties wherever I went.

Apparently, Pakistani aunties think you are an ATM machine.

2. Everyone should know…Like literally EVERYONE.

For the first 3 months, the news stays within the 2 families. But the moment those 3 months’ risky time passes away, the news is available for public. Literally public.

First the news goes to close friends and relatives then the friends and relatives will tell their friends and relatives. And the news keeps moving forward. Now this may seem pretty normal because friends and relatives are supposed to know the big news but this doesn’t end with friends and relatives.

You could be walking on a sidewalk with any of your relative and they will tell a stranger to may be walk a little away because this walking lady is now “DELICATE.” This is the term they use. YUPPPPP you heard me right.

You are in a taxi and the driver will be told to drive a little more carefully because Continue reading →

We Pakistani’s are really crazy when it comes with all the rituals and cultures. LOL.

Any hoooo,

What is Henna Function?

Henna function happens 2 or 3 days before the wedding. The Bride wears a yellow dress while the groom wears either a white shalwar kameez with yellow dupatta (drape/stall) or he may choose to wear any bright color kurta.

My husband decided to wear a pale orange kurta with white shalwar and white dupatta. Do I need to put the word STALL again in the bracket. Learn people learn. Dupatta = Stall/Drape.Continue reading →

Nikkah is the legal contract in Islam that declares two people as Husband and Wife. It is followed by RUKHSATI aka FAREWELL (the girl leaves her house for the groom’s house). Some people have their Nikkah on the same day as Farewell. Some have their Nikkah years before (because may be the Groom is abroad and needs documents for visa or perhaps because it’s far more virtuous than an engagement).

So I have not had my Rukhsati yet. I only had my Nikkah done, legally a wife now.

My Journey Of Nikkah

Brides, Pakistani Brides, take a lot of time and thoughts planning what they would be wearing and the jewelry and the shoes and where they would be ready from and the MEHENDI (henna). The day of Nikkah is decided at least a month back (AT LEAST) so that everything can be prepared.

But my Nikkah. Well it was a little bit different. IT WAS WAY DIFFERENT.

My Nikkah was decided within 4 days. SERIOUSLY, what the hell. My Dad was flying to Pakistan and he called and said, well I am coming and I want to have this Nikkah. I had 4 days in my hand in which I had to prepare everything.

4 days to get my dress stitched, mehendi (Henna) on hands and feet, jewelry, shoes, facial, hall, food, invites, photographer and PARLOR. Alhamdulillah (Praises to Allah), even though we were short on time, everything was arranged.

Although, they say that the bride must get her beauty sleep and ample rest because she has a big day ahead but well, this bride, she ain’t getting no sleep or rest. As the Nikkah day approached, everything seemed to go out of hands. My house will look like there had been a tsunami in it. Everyone was screaming on top of their voices because nobody could find anything.

Literally, like there would be a wall and yet you wouldn’t be able to see it.

My dress came in my hand a day before Nikkah and to my horror, there was a fault in it and the tailor would be available next day at 3 and my parlor booking was at 5. Be late and you get charged for extra hours. YOU CAN IMAGINE MY HORROR. I didn’t sleep all night worrying what if the tailor can’t fix it. What will I wear then?

29th Of May – The Day Of Nikkah.

I got up earlier than usual. Why? Because I can’t keep calm. I already am worried for the big day, I hate attentions and today all eyes will be on me. I can’t handle that. I am sweating more than I usually do. Continue reading →

Before I tell you what happens next, Let’s introduce the stereotype of Pakistanis being married within the family.

Now you must have been meeting this guy and their family since your childhood as they are your relatives. You must have been practically been raised by his parents and don’t even start me on the fact that as kids, you both played hide and seek and HE ALWAYS PULLED YOUR PONYTAIL FROM BEHIND LIKE IT WAS HIS GODDAMN PURPOSE OF EXISTENCE ON THIS EARTH.

You hated him for doing it.

You both stayed up late nights playing board games while your parents chit chatted in other room, you both had millions of fights and you little miss not-so-innocent always sneaked up for his candy……

AND THENNNNNNNNNNN

You become his fiancée. His parents become your in-laws. And now, everything changes. All the matrixes of your life changes.Continue reading →

You know you are a Pakistani when,

Your Ammi (mom) spends 40 minutes in a shop looking for her specific choice item and choosing between the things and then walks out of the shop empty hand because the shopkeeper wouldn’t reduce the price from Rs. 500 to Rs. 450.

You know you are a Pakistani when,

Every time you are in a market place with your mom, you meet any of your mom’s relatives or friends and they spend 20 minutes talking about what they got, what you came to the market for, which item they got at a good bargain, how their husbands were, what exams their kids are having etc etc.

Me Says:

I may be crazy, clumsy and insane but thats something I am proud of and you are jealous of... *wink*

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Howdy Strangers,

So everyone knows what a scrapyard is. A place where everyone throws away things that don't have any value to them. But it's the same place where others find parts that would be helpful to them, to fix their own stuff...
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